Beginning - End Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

What's in a line? Just a line?
Separating the past from eternity.
The beginning from the end…
Taking a shortcut through the graveyard,
past the regimented rows of memorials,
Mothers, Fathers, Sister, Brothers,
Children, Lovers
All with inscriptions to show the world their names,
their relationships,
Date of hatching and despatching…
With just a line between those dates.
A line......
that represents their lives,
their whole life,
but now reduced to a dash -a thin stroke -a bar!
A casual demarcation, between what was, and what will be.
No one even thinks about words to replace that
Oh so casual stroke…..
But I think about those lines….
Wondered who they were?
What lives they lived.
Were they creative? Passionate? Imaginative? Foolish?
Did they fulfill their potential and reach dizzying heights of self satisfaction?
Or maybe lived a life beset by poverty,
With uninspiring voices surrounding them.
Were they striving for acknowledgement?
Did they cry in secret or laugh in abandonment?
A life well lived, filled with good intentions,
Or maybe.. evil beyond comprehension?
A stone memorial says nothing of that life..
Just the minutiae, the trivial, the incidental,
enough to read quickly …
forget..
and walk quickly past.